Chapter 1193: Chapter 1191: The Process Doesn’t Matter

Lynch was not at all surprised by Ms. Rella’s request for "help" once again.

She didn’t have an overwhelming advantage, so naturally, she encountered some difficulties in the governor election. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Since last year, Ms. Rella had been very high-profile in her social activities. After a year of efforts, she finally established some political groundwork.

This also involved some support from her father and uncle. In such a situation, directly running for governor was inherently not an easy task.

Lynch was willing to invest in her campaign for the same reasons others donated money: what if she wins?

What if she wins, the Federation would welcome its first-ever female governor, which was one of the pillars of Ms. Rella’s campaign—the Federation needs a capable female politician.

The entire campaign team believed that the Federation’s lack of a female governor throughout its history was the biggest violation of women’s rights and the most disgraceful gender discrimination!

This argument garnered support from many women, particularly some powerful women.

People like Severa donated part of their campaign funds to Ms. Rella. It may not have been much, or maybe just a gesture of support, but overall, she had backers.

Having supporters indicated a chance of winning. After securing the votes of female voters, she could then, through normal electoral methods, secure some male votes. Winning wasn’t difficult for her.

However, there was a premise, which was the absence of a formidable opponent.

The Progressive Party, out of respect for her father and uncle, arranged a candidate to accompany her run, who would withdraw if necessary.

As for the Conservative Party... they weren’t part of the agreement. When they realized there wasn’t a strong opponent in this state, they dispatched an elite candidate.

Lynch even suspected that there might be a tacit understanding between the Progressive Party and the Conservative Party!

They essentially did not want Ms. Rella to win, so under the tacit cooperation of both parties, this scene unfolded.

Having some suspicions, Lynch waited quietly. Ms. Rella arrived faster than he expected.

Over ten minutes later, her car stopped outside the villa.

The little maid welcomed her into the study, where Lynch was at the bar preparing himself some drinks. "Would you like a glass?"

Ms. Rella hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, I could use a drink to relax."

Returning to the desk with two glasses, he handed one to Ms. Rella, along with a coaster.

His desk was made of solid wood. It was said they felled a centuries-old giant tree to carve and polish it, creating a seamless integral structure.

This made the price of such desks extremely high. If ordinary people knew this desk cost as much as their house, they’d certainly doubt Lynch’s sanity.

The desk itself had been treated for waterproofing, but with the principle that it shouldn’t be damaged, any glass that could condense moisture on the outside would come with a coaster.

After sitting down, they didn’t engage in much small talk and went straight to the point, "I’m having a headache right now. Sometimes I doubt whether I made the wrong choice!"

Ms. Rella sighed heavily, "It’s getting more and more troublesome now, Lynch. I’m very sorry. I know what I’m doing is somewhat disgraceful, but I have no other option."

She looked at Lynch, hoping he would agree.

The campaign team believed that if Lynch sided with her and appeared as a guest during several key speeches, it would greatly boost public opinion.

Moreover, Lynch’s presence would garner more attention within the party for her.

So, this time, apart from borrowing money, she also needed to borrow "face."

She was not quite suitable to be a politician. If she were a true politician, they would probably use a tone like "You’re the one who should feel guilty, because once I win, I’ll reward you greatly, but look at you hesitating now, it’s really disgraceful" to persuade Lynch.

She still had some guilt, which was not very politician-like.

After she finished speaking, Lynch did not immediately respond. Instead, he asked, "Do you have any of these... lawyer’s materials?"

Perhaps because she anticipated Lynch’s interest in this opponent, or maybe she had made various emergency preparations, she immediately produced a file and handed it over.

Lynch nodded, picked up the file, and began to read.

It must be said that the candidate the Conservative Party put forward this time met the public’s current expectations of politicians perfectly. A veteran, a lawyer, and a member of the local animal and environmental protection associations.

There was no need to compare such a resume with Ms. Rella’s thin background; he could win outright. With the Conservative Party’s support and resource tilt, it’s no wonder Ms. Rella was under such pressure.

This was the terrifying power of a political party. When a party decided to promote someone to a certain position, large-scale insider deals would commence to achieve this goal.

They would make some political compromises to exchange for what they wanted.

There is none on Ms. Trish’s side; she is just an ordinary member of the Progressive Party, with no connections within the party, so the Progressive Party is unlikely to allocate many resources to support her.

After Lynch finished reading, he already had a rough idea in his mind. He threw the files back on the table, "I must say, Miss Trish, against this opponent, you have no advantage whatsoever."

Ms. Trish forced herself to nod despite her discomfort. Her head hurt, as if something had been stuffed inside, pulsing and causing waves of pain.

"That’s right, I still want to make one more attempt. If we just give up without doing anything, not only will we lose the initial investment, but I would also feel regretful."

"So I’ve come here seeking your help, Lynch, will you help me?"

Lynch smiled without answering directly, "Miss Trish, actually there are many ways to win an election; spending money is the dumbest approach."

"I don’t know how you chose your campaign team, but they seem quite adept at handling your work."

"You should find a team with capability, methods, and not so rigid..."

Trish’s campaign team was recommended by her father. She always believed this campaign team would bring her victory, but Lynch’s words now made her start to doubt.

Lynch had no reason to deceive her, so these words should mostly be true. She looked at Lynch with some confusion, "For what reason?"

Lynch pointed to the files on the table, opened the first page, and the photo of a handsome, charismatic middle-aged man appeared before them.

"Because he’s perfect. To defeat such an opponent directly, you may have to pay too much."

"Elections, politics, are never math problems!"

"It’s not about laying out what you have, and me laying out what I have and then comparing who has more to win."

"Especially not in an election."

"We don’t need to try and directly defeat them in their strongest field; we can completely change our mindset to counter them."

Ms. Trish’s thoughts gradually followed Lynch, and she asked, "Then what should we do?"

"He’s perfect, so we should collect his black materials. There’s never an absolutely perfect person in this world."

With a hint of meaning, Lynch said, "He used to be in the military, so gather information about his performance during that time. See if he ever mistreated new recruits or secretly sold lost military equipment to the black market."

"Also, investigate his career as a lawyer, check if he ever successfully defended obvious criminals with not guilty pleas."

"I believe he must have done so; no matter the size of the case, it’s like a fly floating in cream mushroom soup, disgustingly making the person who just took a sip want to vomit!"

"Look into his private life, his family, his social interactions; no one can be without flaws, no one is perfect."

"Find those cracks and enlarge them, expose his problems and weaknesses under the sunlight, then people will know how to choose."

Ms. Trish widened her eyes at Lynch as if understanding this young man for the first time.

She picked up the wine glass and took a sip, attempting to calm down with alcohol, and after swallowing, she somewhat forcefully asked, "What if there’s no flaw to find on him?"

Actually, she already believed much of what Lynch said; doing this could indeed deliver a devastating blow to this opponent.

The more perfect he is now, the angrier people will be when they discover his hidden sordid affairs.

The most anger-inducing thing for the bottom class is always being deceived; they will not forgive nor tolerate those who have deceived their emotions.

Emotions, empathy, may be the only wealth they possess, and yet there are people attempting to deceive them; it’s truly unforgivable!

But she still argued, what if there are no flaws?

Lynch spread his hands, "Then create flaws, create scandals, Miss Trish, we are discussing politics, which is the dirtiest and cleanest thing in the world."

"You cannot view these based on your previous attitude and perspective; it’s clearly inappropriate."

"You may feel guilty for creating scandals that ruin the opponent’s reputation, taking away their chance at election; you can completely apologize and seek their forgiveness in private after everything ends."

"But openly, in the election, you are enemies, not friends."

"He may be handsome, charming, but as long as you think about him taking away your future, you shouldn’t have any pity for him, Miss Trish."

The woman in front of him is someone who values appearance, and Lynch doesn’t want her to impulsively attack directly, as she would lose terribly, and the money Lynch invested would also vanish."

Lynch straightened the hem of his clothes, "If you don’t know how to do this, I can help you solve these small problems, but you know..."

He subtly shook his head, his expression slightly nuanced, "There’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world..."